User blog comment:Cortez Firebrush/Vulpes Imperio/@comment-2124127-20111007185256

The searat bursts out laughing, twirling the loaded crossbow idly, obviously not drunk a bit "Come an' gerrim, mates!" The stoats, at his signal, burst through the door and charged at the pine marten, blades flashing in the well-lit tavern, which was suddenly empty